Thursday, August 18, 2022

STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: SANCTUARY

STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: SANCTUARY:   A wolf in Chernobyl source photo: Sergiy Gaschak Thirty-six  years after the humans left this place, thriving wildlife have reclaimed the ...

"How sad,
that it takes a nuclear event
to provide safe haven
for wild creatures"
Ain't that the truth. 
I enjoy watching those "life after people" programs. I've been accused of being morbid for my fascination with such things, but humans are such a destructive species. While I like individual people one on one, I despise humanity. We are cruel to each other and deadly for the world.

Wednesday, August 17, 2022

The Birth of Luna: A Fractured Myth by Ornery Owl #WEP August 2022

 

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You're welcome to critique this mythological Haibun slice of microfiction if you really want to. Just, yanno, don't be rude, Dude. I mostly wrote it for fun. It is intended to be the first in a five-part suite about the elements and will achieve that goal if I ever get around to writing the other four parts.

The Birth of Luna

In the beginning, the solar system was the dog’s breakfast. One day, the planet Theia decided she was going to eradicate her sister planet, Gaia. Theia slammed into Gaia hard enough to cause a chunk of Gaia to break away, but Gaia told Theia to put a sock in it and swallowed Theia. The satellite formed by the material torn away from her body during the cataclysmic collision pleased Gaia, who named her daughter Luna.

At first, Luna told her mother she’s dreaming when Gaia asked her to remain by her side. Luna briefly went walkabout before deciding it was six of one and a half-dozen of the other whether some domineering planet would try to pull the wool over her eyes and draw her into his rotation. In the end, Luna decided Gaia was pleasant enough company if a bit of a stickler for routine and allowed herself to remain in her mother’s orbit.

in the beginning

all was breathless, without sin

then first breath was drawn

171 words


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Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Cressida de Nova: Brown Paper Bag... Shadorma

Cressida de Nova: Brown Paper Bag... Shadorma:  G Passini...Italian artist   another  feature in my life brown paper love these bags worthy of a fine painting thank you passini    one mig...

The little treasures are the best.

Tuesday, August 2, 2022

Verse Escape: Eyes Of A Sailor

Verse Escape: Eyes Of A Sailor:           Eyes Of A Sailor (a 55)    My eyes grow rheumy swimming in milkblur but witnessing still light's cut, color's fill, shadow...

I enjoy both the images and the emotions this poem invokes.

Monday, August 1, 2022

Susan's Poetry: Mystery and a White Pine Tree

Susan's Poetry: Mystery and a White Pine Tree:   source   “ My life is done ” plays in my head. I’ve waited ten long years to hear a leading that would pull me near.   The life force ...

It's in my nature to be a bit of a Negative Nelly, but I try to remind myself that if we don't keep trying, then all is truly lost. Poems like this one help me do that.

Sunday, July 31, 2022

Crawling Back to You from the Blue Past

 

Image taken 7 May 2017 at the Denver Aquarium.

The above image is the property of Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl/Naughty Netherworld Press/Poetry of the Netherworld. You are welcome to use it, but please credit one of the above if you do. 

I'm going to share a poem now. You can read the notes after the poem if you're so inclined, or ignore them if you'd rather. Whatever.

It's a long-un. You have been warned!

I don't believe I had a sundae
Sundae on that Sunday
Sunday when we celebrated your birthday
Birthday number 27 in 2017.

2017 was another year filled with challenges
Challenges in a challenging life
Life often feels like I'm swimming in sludge
Sludge that won't budge while wearing boots of cement.

Cement clogs my mental abyss while I drink my coffee
Coffee leaves a vivid taste of bitterness on my tongue
Tongue known to smudge conversation with awkward utterances
Utterances the Shiny Happy People need the Rosetta Stone to translate.

Translate my colorful, shimmering stories to something bleak as charcoal
Charcoal stains the charred landscape in a place with no butterflies
Butterflies have departed the world on tiny pixie wings
Wings on the wind, never to return.

Return now to the beginning of this rambling discourse
Discourse regarding the matter of me not having a sundae
Sundae on the Sunday when we celebrated your birthday
"Birthdays should be jubilant," proclaim the Shiny Happy People; you are happiest when things are low-key.

Low-key Loki trips the light fantastic through the leaves
Leaves sprinkled in imaginary sand in my mind
Mind gone wool-gathering like it is wont to do
Do you remember that day when we had lunch with the fishes?

Fishes swam beside us, but we didn't go beach-combing
Beachcombing requires a beach, but there was none to be found
Found in our landlocked land surrounded by mountains
Mountains where the sun shines gingery golden.

Golden is the name of the town I grew up in
In a place where I was as out of place as a butterfly in a wetsuit
Wetsuit or toga, I was always dressed wrong
Wrong for the snobs in that town of my youth.

Youth is long gone, I bless the day it passed on
On into the past, at last, leaving me the chance
The chance to heal, but healing comes slowly
Slowly the memories return of that day.

Day when we celebrated your 27th year
Year when I didn't have a sundae on Sunday
Sunday came and went with no hot fudge or whipped cream
Cream-colored clouds floated by in the sky.

359 words

Today's poem is a loop poem. Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.

Variations:

1. Stanzas, writers choice on the number, no rhyming, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.

2. One long stanza, no limit on number of lines, no rhyming scheme, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.

3. Couplets mixed with 4 line stanzas, the last word, first word scheme is maintained in the stanzas. It can also be used in the couplets. Rhyme scheme is ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.

I went with Variation #1.

I have a new idea. I've always wanted to become more consistent with my photography shares. I have folder upon folder of photos rescued from my deceased iPhone 7. I plan to share these photos and combine them with a poem, every Sunday-ish. When I've done sharing a folder, if it's a big one like Folder #3 from 2017 is, I will have a new poetry book!

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


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Charity Sunday: Adams County Animal Shelter

 


For this Charity Sunday, I am going to send items to the Adams County Animal Shelter for their Smitten for Kittens drive. 


The shelter is not currently set up to take monetary donations, so I will purchase items through Amazon. Thus, if I receive 5 comments I will send at least $5 worth of items. I hope that makes sense.

Here is the shelter's Amazon wish list.


This donation is being made in honor of Lafayette, one of the best friends I've ever had in this crappy and stupid world.


The above image is the property of Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl/Naughty Netherworld Press/Poetry of the Netherworld. You are welcome to use the image respectfully as long as you credit one of the above. 

I shouldn't have to say this, but because the world is filled with shitty assholes, I am going to tell you all that I have no patience for the kind of person who, upon seeing this photo, says something nasty about my body or sanctimoniously declares that they don't like tattoos. I really don't give a fuck what you think about my body or whether you like tattoos. If you can't say something nice, fuck off elsewhere. Like into the sun, for example. The need to be hateful or behave in a holier-than-thou fashion says worse things about you than it does about me.

I adopted Lafayette and Tara from the Adams County Animal Shelter in March 2010. They had both been in their kennels at the shelter for most of their lives. Tara was six months old. Lafayette was 8 months old and absolutely wild. He kept tapping at me. He was completely agoraphobic when I first brought him home and hid under the printer table until nighttime. When I went to sleep, he came out and shredded my arm. It wasn't out of malice. He wanted to play. I had the vet trim his claws, and he learned how to play with soft paws quickly.

Those of you who have been with me a while may recall Tara from her post-surgery pictures when she had a benign tumor removed from her forehead. She looked like a juvenile Skeksis. 


Tara is doing well overall. Following the chemotherapy treatments, the fur that was shaved off to do ultrasounds of her abdomen grew back a lighter color. 

Tara and Lafayette were either half-siblings or cousins. They were from the same feral colony. They shared the condition of feline stomatitis, which required the removal of most of their teeth. Both of them were quite inbred and had multiple health problems. Lafayette had multiple system failure and had to be put to sleep on his sixth birthday, 17 July 2015. My heart broke into a million pieces on that day and has never mended.

I originally posted the following poem on this blog on 12 November 2020. It honors Lafayette and Trinity, who didn't get along very well. They were jealous of each other. However, they both got along with the brothers Leon and Raymond (both gone now as well) who served as a buffer between them. 

Trinity died on 4 November 2016 from brain and lung cancer. As that was the same day that Donald tRump was elected, it is quite simply one of the shittiest days in history.

The poem also appears in my third poetry volume, December Mood. If you are smart enough to subscribe to my epic newsletter today, you will eventually receive a link to a free ARC of this epic collection. (Honestly, I'm still working on getting the new and better Naughty Netherworld News set up.)

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Every day I think of you

I remember what good friends you were to me

If you were the color of your spirit set free

I’m wondering what you would be


Lafayette, would this be you?

Did you become something like this when you rose away?

I thought that there would be more time to say

How much I love you every day



 Trinity, my colorful girl

With your beautiful, expressive eyes

Would I recognize your new disguise?

If only I could be that wise



I walk through the darkness of my dreams

With eyes closed fast, not wanting to see

The hopelessness surrounding me

Knowing what I wish can never be

~cie~

Acknowledgments

Picture 1: A Haiga created by me. Please credit Cara Hartley/The Real Cie

Picture 2: Beautiful You Are by Magic Love Crow

 https://magiclovecrow.blogspot.com/

Picture 3: Delightful Donkey by Gina Morley

https://daydreambeliever-gina.blogspot.com/

Picture 4: Carnival Dreams by Shelle Kennedy

http://sunshineshelles.blogspot.com/

This post was created using these prompts:

 November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt for 11 November 2020 (write a color poem.)

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2020-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-11

Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #45

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/11/weekly-scribblings-45-artistic.html

This poem was posted to these places:

http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com

https://lbry.tv/@poetryofthenetherworld:9

 

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